Paul 3:30 am - Day 2
He had failed, he sat alone on sofa, he couldn't keep up pretense of marriage anymore. He hated Ceilia, he hated her for what she'd done, a young teenager had bested him, and then gave him best thing of his life. Now. Now there was nothing. A lie is a beautiful thing when a beautiful thing is given back. No one knew. No one knew of his past or how a little girl had got him in bed.
She wasn't coming back, and he was going to kill Sienna, going to kill Gatlin, kill them all. They took Sofie, they took his little gem.
The wind blowing through the house caused no shiver for Paul. Didn't make him feel anything. At this point he felt nothing. At this point he was totally alone, Samara was gone. Ceilia was in bed weeping. Let the bitch weep, he thought. Sofie was everything to him, she had defiled him and given Sofie, but he hated her.
Paul was going through motions.
With a loud sigh, he closed his eyes and wept.
Sofie was gone.
They all should suffer.
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